A "Swinging" Good Time
“Swinging” has always been one of those topics discussed in hushed voices. Hunched over the corner table in Starbucks, eyes in constant motion while you scan all directions to make sure no one is paying too much attention. The conversation becomes punctuated by code words, emphatically emphasized and accompanied by the requisite widening of the eyes to make certain your companion clearly understands the meaning.
But maybe this choice isn’t as taboo as it once was.
In a willingness to explore possible sexual options, I've been watching the local Swingers website to see when they might be having their next "meet and greet". After several weeks passed without seeing any indication one of these evenings might be in the works, we decided to bite the bullet and make contact to see what was suggested for "newbies" who were interested but not yet sure.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, I went ahead and sent a quick email to the provided email address. The reply arrived within the hour and it was informative, inviting and helpful. It seems there was an upcoming private party and we were more than welcome to attend.
The party was a "play if you wish" party, held at a private residence with up to 200 people attending. It was BYOB and a towel if you wanted to use the hot tub. Otherwise, it seemed to be like any other house party, with the exception that everyone was there for the same purpose; the possibility of a sexual encounter.
After several discussions where we both had a chance to voice our hopes and fears, (alright I won’t lie…there were many of these discussions) we decided to go.
There is nothing worse than making a decision and then having to wait. The waiting caused a swing (ha!) between the need to put my head between my knees to keep from hyperventilating and being extremely excited. Oh...and everything between the two.
Were we opening Pandora’s Box? Was this experience going to be detrimental or helpful to our sex life? Not only were we walking into a new group without anyone there to smooth the introductions, but this party would have a whole new set of rules that we knew nothing about.
Were we really going to do this? And yet every time we asked each other that question, without hesitation the answer was "YES!"
We talked through the dos and don’ts of possible scenarios. We laughed as we set code phrases that could be used to extricate ourselves from any uncomfortable situations. We exchanged horrified expressions when I mentioned the possibility of walking in and seeing someone we knew. Someone like my boss.
But as the party approached, my biggest anxiety didn’t revolve around the fears of entering a new group of people or what we were walking into. It wasn’t about what might or might not happen. It wasn’t about the aftermath or all the “what ifs”. No, it was about the one area that I total control over.
What the hell was I going to wear to a party like this?
And did this adventure help? Well...I've been more interested in sex for the past two weeks than I have been in the past 6 months. Maybe, just maybe, this will be the first step to getting reacquainted with my sex drive. God...I hope so.
And just in case you were wondering, I went with a LBD. Perfect for dinner, date night, and apparently a Swingers Party!